COME LOVE

Love,

remember our nights of rolling 

under the covers?

It was just love,

love is all there was.

Come, love...
tune my heart to sing your grace
teach me your melodious songs,
sung by these longing lips.
For every mouth that you have ever kissed
was just practice,
and hands that you held
were meant to fit into mine.

Come, love...
bind my wandering heart
prone to anger,

prone to wander,
and prone to leave.
for all the men that you gave your heart away
were maps for you to find me.
And all the roads that you have walked,
traveled, and crossed over,
eventually, lead you to me.

Come, love...
We are not as lovers often do -
with passionate flames
then flickering light
so abruptly vanished.
For all the bodies that you have touched
caressed, mingled, cuddled
and entered into
were preparing you for me.

Come, love...
Under this campfire
as lovers come and go
of all the people I have loved,
you are least of all
a mental object of love,
but most intensely real.

MINH DUC DANG is the one who has written this for HIS LOVE....

Thanks Minh for sharing your life, thoughts and this poem....

Hope to compose a tune for this lovely LOVE.....

DIALOGUE OF DEMOCRACY

Let me begin by wishing you all Happy Republic Day. Though my afar was thinking how day would pass by in India....hoisting of flag, remembering great and honorable personalities, singing patriotic songs, making eloquent speeches. I think all this is a good way to commemorate our Republic Day but as citizens of India in today's context and postmodern world of the twenty first century; we not only need to remind ourselves of the past but also to live as authentic beings in the present, and to have a better vision for the future - of love. Thinking about Indians: what it means to be an Indian, or call ourselves as Indian. I am reminded of these films/movies - Oh My God, Kick, Jai Ho, PK.....it really pricked my conscience in order to live a life of humanity. At the same time living a life of immense light of the Divine - in serving the poor, loving each other without boundaries and barriers, caring for HUMAN. We proudly call our India as "MOTHER INDIA" Maa/Aayi/Ammi/Mom/Mata/Mummy/Mother/Amma/Ami/Mei....where is the motherliness seen in each of us - HER SONS n DAUGHTERS....the caring and loving nature, the democracy of trust, of togetherness, of sharing lives and hearts.

WHY there is still the disparity and division of caste, class, religions, religious, colour, creed, places and practices? Where is the sense of DIALOGUE OF DEMOCRACY???